To See The Light Go Out In One's Eye's Poem by James McLain

It is the difference between a short life or a long death
Seeing other shadows
that moved very quickly from one corner of the eye
to the other
or a wisp of fog that escapes from your mouth
in a room
with you watching t.v. while inside it grows colder still.
Knowing where and when you will die
is dictated to some degree
on where you live as dying free is a big deal to me.
Perhaps if where there here it is
thus you may come back to live in the U.S. once again
ask Jimmy Carter,
though unbeknownst to him, Rosylin will.
I have a great delima
being hurriedly burried or being naked cremated
by some one you don't know
some one close watched the light go out in your eyes.